Photo credit: Louise at Storyteller’s Abode
A New Alliance, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2020
She walked over and Henry bristled. “I’m here to be alone,” he said, curtly.
“Oh, I’ll just have a seat. You won’t bite. I can tell. Your body language says it all.” She set down her huge bag and sat, carefully holding her dress down. “You’re definitely overdressed.”
“So are you,” Henry said, realizing he’d been sized up. He moved his equally stuffed bag to the other side.
“How long since you cut yourself loose of your chains?” She asked.
“A year,” Henry replied, smiling. He thought he’d figured her out. “How about you? A pretty young woman, walking the beach, overstuffed bag. Do you sleep here?”
“Do I look crumpled and wrinkly? Of course not. This is how I pass the days. Two years.”
“Sorry, no offense.”
“Okay. Are you free for lunch?” She replied.
Two years and twenty beaches later, Henry was still wandering the shores with Kaitlynn.
**A repost from my archives, from the challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-may-23-2017/